Light The Path |
Take my hand,God, Take my handI'm so cold right now,I feel completely abandoned and aloneI want to be loved and I can't feel itWhat happened to the way it used to be I was in love and felt so free. Wh...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 07:00:00 GMT |
A Worldly Play (My account on a personal situation, as seen though the WWJD method) |
the first scene of the play shows us all in the room, love fills the air, merry with our drinks in hand toasting to the times we had and that we hope to have. I wish I had known what I do now, Judas h...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:50:00 GMT |
I like Ozzy Osborne, therefore I must be a Satanist, or part of a cult. |
Wow, what an idiotic statement. This is the thought that is projected on me on a daily basis, by the average soccer mom and joe shmoe dad, because of the clothes that I wear, my style, my look, and my...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:47:00 GMT |
Darkness is a perception |
The sounds of truth ring ever clearer and I can hear the voices of the faithful ones crying out for the return, but with everyday closer, the sky grows more black. How can we not simply give everythin...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:21:00 GMT |
Dreaming of Flowers |
This moment is what I've waited for my entire life, at the alter, finally its my time to be happy. My family on one side and hers, the other. I see the flower girl, such a precious sight, and the litt...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:04:00 GMT |
Disection is closer, disection is closure. |
The body of a man laid on the table, cut open.Can you see inside? Can you see what's in there.He needs your help. Call the doctor, call the nurse, find someone before he's gone.They all rush in, the l...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:52:00 GMT |
Heart Shaped Raindrops |
The rain hits my window, and I'm thinking of the last time you were here. Everything was so perfect and you were my angel. Perfection in a person, so hard to imagine, but I could see it and felt it wi...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:40:00 GMT |
A Shot for Thought |
Lets toast to the night with this glass, open wide and let it fill you. It takes all the pain away with the fleeting feeling of happiness. Remorse is but a thing of the past to us now.As we sit here, ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
My last love letter |
The time has come and once again I lay sleepless in my room, I can't get you out of my head. I know it wasn't worth it to you, but you meant the world to me.So why can't you see, and why can't I be, a...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 03:56:00 GMT |
Straight Jackets Keep My Hands Busy |
I wish someone would just simply put in the straight jacket and stick me in the padded room with no windows or doors to get out of. so that I could get up and run at the walls, face first and maybe I'...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:10:00 GMT |
